This morning when I woke up (yes, at 4:30 a.m. as usual) I immediately headed for the bathroom per my routine, and the first thing I saw on the counter was a note for me from my husband on top of Mariah Carey’s first CD. David had just shared with me the other day that this was one of the first three CD’s he bought as a teenager, a fact that I proceeded to tease him about. (The other two were Metallica and Boyz II Men…ha.) The note talked about how he wanted to share it with me since I never really listened to Mariah Carey, and some other really great mushy stuff that I just LOVED, but will be keeping to myself. :)
Then when I went to wake him up to say goodbye, per my routine, instead of turning over and telling me he loves me or reaching out to give me a hug, he looked me straight in the eyes as if he was totally awake and said:
“If you put me back to sleep right now there’s a really good chance that I’ll be able to pop popcorn in my mouth.”
Of course, I burst into subdued laughter. Sleep talk is hilarious. I asked him, “Do you know why you just said that, love?”
“Yes. Because I turn into a fried chicken. On the outside.”
Someone must have gone to sleep without dinner.
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